unshaken thoughts

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George Benson’s record
the log burns spreading the warmth
I, she waltz around.

Prompt: Fireplace (ro)

Carpe Diem Haiku

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The Genealogy of Jazz, Blues, and Country Music

Techno-Music School

This is a family tree representing the genealogy of Music, may it be from Cuba, Jamaica, or the USA.Now everything written in red is from Cuba, black is from Africa, Green is Jamaica, Blue is from America, and Grey music genres are from other parts of the world, like Europe.I hope this will help you know where the music you play comes from !

The Genealogy of All Musical Genres

Note : “Afro” refers to multiple african music genres, such as Rhumba,  religious music, and Comparsa…

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Comment by Andrew on No junk, no soul?

As a drug abusing, alcoholic musician I can say without a doubt, ‘Yes, it was and is worth it.’ Not only is it worth it, it’s necessary. Not so much the drugs, but the personality that will embrace drugs to cope with it’s existence. The individual who will shrug the pain of developing the finger callouses, tendonitis, arthritis, blown lip, etc. for the release of endorphins playing something ‘good’ brings will also likely shrug the dangers of drinking, smoking, or shooting whatever makes him feel better about his one true addiction…music.

That said, psychedelics are their own thing. Taking them not only makes you aware of different perspectives, it allows you to be one with them. Jimi Hendrix without LSD would’ve been just another exceptional blues guitarist. Maybe more because his career coincided with the invention of distortion and other effects. But what made him stand out was his connection to things he may have never personally experienced. Watch the woodstock video of his version of the national anthem. That wasn’t a new take on the blues scale. That was him expressing what his mind’s eye had seen of war. The 1st handers didn’t get a chance to play their guitars, but he was able to fully realize their plight and express it through his medium.

About the losses…death’s a part of life. We lose about as many musicians to plane crashes and cancer.

LondonJazzCollector mentioned the audience and the drugs they were on. The audience is a huge part of a music’s upbringing, evolution, and overall success. How many venues have you been to that didn’t have a bar? Where you didn’t smell weed near the back door? Where you didn’t suspect someone of a self-inflicted runny nose?

Drugs are as much a part of the music we know as an artist’s childhood, society, colleagues, or influences and it is worth it.

‘No junk, no soul.’

Reply to Guitarist’s block… Is that a thing?

Comment from punctualtroubadour

– Well, it’s a thing i’ve some experience with, LOL! Regardless of one’s technical prowess, rehearsing and performing with others is the best and most expedient way to progress. And being super relaxed. Really funny, what you describe as “frankenstein’s hand syndrome,” i have called “spaghetti hands or fingers”. I suffer from it most when I am unfamiliar with changes or being rushed, or having anxiety. Best cure for me has been to have the changes down cold and/or take a deep breath and pause. Thanks to mad repetition, I can learn changes on the bandstand on the fly more quickly than in the past. But, of course, depends on the gig what kind of risks and liberties to take…..relax, relax, relax….

Live at the Checkerboard Lounge

I was awakened at 2 a.m. this morning to an intimate blues get together broadcast on PBS Channel 13. The show starred Muddy Waters at Buddy Guy’s Checkerboard Lounge on the South Side of Chicago. The show was filmed on November 22, 1981 (31 years ago). The Rolling Stones had stopped by to gig and see their friend and hero Muddy Waters.

They are accompanied onstage by such blues luminaries as Junior Wells on vocals and harp, Buddy Guy and Lefty Dizz on blues guitar. Mick Jagger, Keith Richards and Ronnie Wood were like three sons returning home to see their Father at Thanksgiving time. Muddy seemed really happy to have his children by his side.

The club was very small. I watched in amazement as Keith Richards and Ronnie Wood climbed on top of the tables and took the stage. Muddy Waters was in great form performing many of…

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An Old Jazz Club

Butterflyx3's Blog

As I walked into an old underground jazz club,
I didn’t know to expect,
My heart was racing with excitement,
The place was smoky and dark,
The energy is wild,
Captivating you right away,
A singer is telling a story about love,img_jazz_nick-white_refesc210_modezoom
Drums that set the beat,
The sounds of saxophone that breaks you heart,
Everyone dancing as if they are..
Possessed by their sins,
Men wearing there gangster hats,
Nodding their heads to sweet painful sound of the music,
Women wearing their short tassel skirts,
That sway as they swing their hips,
It feels as if I have walked into a different time..
I listen to people tell their stories of old times,
Over whiskey,
And cigarettes,
We all take our turn to dance,
To lyrics that only those who have loved,
So hard that they felt their hearts bleed,
Love that brought them to their knees,
These are the…

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